Everything

Everything

Everything has already happened

And everything has still to happen

No one knows when or where

But everything will come and bite us

Or maybe it has already taken a nip

Of course, there is nothing we can do

We can’t stop it from happening

Or happening again

That may worry some

Worrying about something they can’t change

Living with enough stress to choke a horse

And dying with a grimace on their faces

Others may just not care

They do not know the past

They don’t want to know the future

They just want to live in the moment

And let whatever happens happen

Whatever everything comes to you

Just live it and let everything go

Because it will come around again

And you still won’t be able to do anything

Train On A Broken Track

Train On A Broken Track

At one time you created a country

Traveling through land where no one would go

You saw the buffalo massacres

Families moving into the new frontier

Into cities built up along your tracks

But there were men who hunted you

Jesse James, Butch Cassidy and Elmer McCurdy

They became America’s anti-heroes

Men who became legends which still live on

Did you know any of those men

Are they the reason you were left all alone

Dead and resting on rusted and broken tracks

You go ahead and keep your secrets

We will write our own stories

In a few you may be the hero

But, I promise that every story will be good

And you will be remembered

The Gate

The Gate

I know that gate

It burns in my thoughts

I was born behind it

A world of demons and angels

All fought for my soul

Tearing it with claws and wings

I had given up any chance to be me

Until the gate fell and I was freed

But still they tormented me

Every minute of my life

I knew that they would pull me back

So, when I die find any gate but that one

And lay my body to rest deep beyond

In a place where they can't find me

And for the first time in forever

My soul will run free as it should have been

And how it will be forever more

Thank you to Angela Dotson for the beautiful pic

The No Name Girl Of Cranberry Bridge

The No Name Girl Of Cranberry Bridge

I have seen her everyday

Crouching down on my way to work

Always wearing the same dress

Never wearing shoes

It was like she had nowhere to go

Sweet and innocent, a beautiful child

She never smiled or spoke to anyone

She was always just there

Like a statue on the Cranberry Bridge

Somehow, she manages to survive

I do not know how

But, after all this time I do not fear seeing her

I fear that day when I cross the bridge

And she is no longer there

A no name girl which no one saw

But a no name girl who may yet be missed

A Rainbow Will Come

A Rainbow Will Come

It doesn’t matter who you are

Storms will always find you

Surround you with darkness

And set fear into your heart

But you will always survive

You will become stronger

And each storm will pass

A rainbow always follows a storm

And it will show you the way to go

Hopefully lifting your heart

And allow you to feel better

The Swing By The River

The Swing By The River

He was never one of those kids

The ones who didn’t like to have fun

He would climb dangerous rocks

Catch snakes bare-handed

And hitchhike to distant towns

There was one thing he could never resist

That was a swing over a flowing river

It didn’t matter if it was winter

And the water was near freezing

Or if it was the middle of July

And the water was warm and comfy

He would swing out and drop

Splashing and swimming when he did

That was so long ago

He is no longer that young boy

But, he still looks at every swing

And he remembers the water surrounding him

For a moment, just a moment

He is that young boy once again

Dream

Dream

Go ahead and dream

It may never happen

It may not be possible

But, that shouldn’t stop you

Let your mind wander

Dream as wild as you can

Let no one ever stop you

One day a dream will come true

And it will make your life

You Keep The Rain

You Keep The Rain

You have waited so long

Listening to our prayers

And choosing to ignore them

Out plants withered and died

Grasses turned a deathly shade of brown

And our animals lay dead in the fields

Was it a game for You

Just to see how far You could push us

Well, we stood strong before You

Stronger than You thought we would ever be

Go ahead, keep the rains from us

We know that You can do that

But, just so You know

We will be here with or without You

And maybe that will bother You, maybe not

But we don’t care anymore, and You don’t matter

Statue created by Len McLean

Chapter One

Chapter One

Two words every author knows

Either they warm the heart

Or send shivers down the spine

They are the beginning of a dream

A story that has to be told

But will their words be the right ones

Ones that draw interest in

Or ones that will turn a reader off

Hours may be used just looking

Deciding what to do next

But eventually the words do come

Right or wrong they are laid to paper

Then the ideas flow like a river

Page after page is filled

Until an author’s favorite words come to play

And they can write “The End”

Then they can move on once again

And once again write those two dreaded words

And “Chapter One” will start again

The World Is Burning

The World Is Burning

Everyone knows it’s coming

But not a single person will say it

The world is starting to burn

It isn’t a single country

Or even a single person

Things are just falling apart

We have nothing to say about it

And we better not find anything to say

Our leaders don’t want us to know

They want everything to happen

They want to show their power

Never mind their people

Every country is burning down

The planet is dying, and we don’t know

Rather, we are not allowed to know

They will not stop until all is done

Until the Heavens themselves burn

And then it will be too late

God's Garden

God’s Garden

Someone takes days or weeks

Planting one plant after another

Setting them in a certain pattern

They feed and water them

Caring for them as best they can

But there is only so much they can do

God has to look down on their work

Decide what colours would look the best

And touch each flower with His blessings

And make the garden a masterpiece